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Post by Syrup on Jan 6, 2010 23:47:22 GMT -5
some of the best friends are the ones who are online. Me too. O.o
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Post by KrazyRandomness on Jan 9, 2010 9:33:28 GMT -5
Another furry story. No human in this, but all my OCs (so far) are in it. Jazz (OMG I brought her BACK~~~~) is now one of my furry characters.
I.DON.T.NEED.YOU.
The sun shined down upon the small house. The sky was shockingly blue as the golden sun began to rise, blinding anyone stupid enough to look into this morning.
Facing the opposite way, a huge, gray, hood wrapped around her, was a white ferret. Her violet eyes slowly blinked. Giving a sigh, she stood up. Her legs were a bit wobbly, but she managed to stand.
“Yo, Jazz! Yo up?”
The ferret blinked, looking down to Neon. The blue creature’s tail was lazily twisting around her as her three fingered hands held a martini glass. Her green and gray speckled tongue came out as she lapped at the drink, making her resemble a cat.
Jazz nodded, slowly making her way over. That was, until her foot slipped.
Giving out a startled cry, the white ferret fell off the roof and fell into a pile of snow. After thanking God millions of times over and over, she stood, groaning. She slowly looked up and glared, “What?”
Neon’s tail slashed out before she said, “We nee’ someon’ ta head to teh….er….um…”
The blue one blinked down at her glass, her eyes showing confusing. It was clear she was tipsy.
Jazz rolled her eyes, “Store?”
Neon’s eyes lit up, literally, “Yeah!”
Grumbling, the ferret stood up, her eyes glued to the ground as she stomped away. Neon, oblivious to the younger one’s anger, simply smiled as she slurred, “’ank yo!”
As the ferret passed a red mailbox, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw that it was a blacked furred hand and that odd purple pupils were staring at her.
“What are you doing?” Sunraye asked.
“Going to the store. That…drunk needs more booze!” venom came when she said “drunk”.
Sunraye’s eyes trailed over to Neon, who was lying in the snow, her booze bottle meters away. The canta blinked, one green bang falling in her face.
“…I know Neon is a bit of an alcoholic, but Shelbi put us in this house togeth-“
“She never comes! Why should I put up with her and her crap when I, myself, never get any respect?!”
Sunraye was startled at the young ferret’s insult. Jazz has always been the calm one…
“What brought this on?” Sunraye finally asked, sitting on a rock and making the ferret follow.
Jazz’s eyes stayed glued to the ground. It was clear the ferret had been distressed for some time now. Not eating or drinking. Not even reading if you think about it.
After giving a huge sigh, the ferret said, “I….I just miss the old days…when it was just me and her.”
Sunraye blinked. Her eyes trailed over to the mailbox as her thoughts wondered.
In legal rights, Jazz was Shelbi’s fursona. First furry she made. But Shelbi had, unknowingly, skipped that fact and made Sunraye, claiming the canta as her first fursona.
“Look, Jasmine, if this is about the whole fursona thing…”
“It’s not fair! You and Neon don’t even need to be here!” the ferret huffed, jumping up and stomping away.
Reacting quickly, Sunraye was soon in front of her, her hands on the younger’s one shoulder. Her periwinkle eyes were wide as she said, “You don’t mean that. Jazz, you know you would miss me and Neon.”
Jazz gaped.
Wrong thing to say.
The ferret growled, struggling away from the canta, “I don’t need anyone! Especially a smoking hybrid and an alcoholic monster!”
Sunraye could only watch in shock as the ferret crossed the street, heading to the store. It was several minutes before Sunraye finally moved, getting a cigarette from her pocket as she lit it, letting her eyes flutter shut.
Jazz is upset. Next little story will tell what happens next.
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Post by Fisi on Jan 9, 2010 13:22:19 GMT -5
Nice story.
Poor Jazz.
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